User blog comment:Biggren/The Northern March Original/@comment-3135907-20130406150814/@comment-3135907-20150418041554

The tramp back to the campsite was short and simple. Slaye cocked an eyebrow at his lieutenant's return, having espied the new additions from Dingetail's scrappy band. They cowered, not daring to raise their eyes from looking at the ground or their footpaws. "Oh, come now, wot are ye all shakin' in yer boots fer, eh? We're mates now, aren't we? Aren't we?"

A quavering rat stammered, "Y-yes, sir!"

"Don't be so uncommon miserable about it, either. We're goin' to Redwall. Redwall Abbey! Plunder, loot, vittles, slaves...a life of ease!"